One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Sunday is just another day to Rakes.

I REALLY hope this isn't a glimpse into the future.

Rakes sporting a really bad tattoo and looking like some 4 year old version of James Dean in "Rebel without a Cause". Also, notice the pistol he somehow rigged up to hang from the back of his shirt. I'm still trying to figure out how he did that. Finally, take a look at his eyes; you ever seen a 4 year old give you the chills? He looks like Woody Harrelson in "Natural Born Killers" for God's sake.

As noted in the previous post, his Mom got him the tattoo pack last night at the grocery store and he HAD to have it put on before bed last night.

We should have thought about today being Sunday. By the time I checked on him, he'd taken his shirt off 3 times so he could, and I quote, "Show ebebybody my tattoo, Dad. Dey hadn't seen a tool tattoo like dis one, Dad!"

Yep. That's my boy. Disrobing in Sunday School to show the rest of the class his Pirate tattoo. Can somebody tell me what in the world I'm gonna do when this maniac is eligible to drive? I mean, there are rules about locking your kids in their room for 5 years and stuff.

I'm ending the day the same way I'll end every day for the next 6 months; watching a baseball game. Yeah, it's ESPN and yeah, that means Joe Morgan. Usually Morgan makes me want to stick a rusty nail in each ear while listening to The Backstreet Boys as I read poetry outloud.

Tonight? I could care less. There is real, live baseball that COUNTS on my tv and it'll be that way until the end of October. Baseball is BACK, everybody.

Ang is happy, Matt. Now I won't be walking around in a bad mood because there isn't any baseball on. And why you gotta go and let it out that I liked CHIPS? In fact, who DIDN'T like CHIPS? Hmm, He-Man?

Tex, don't you be laughing. I'm gonna bet you though David Hasselhoff was the stuff.